Gabe is torturing me. There’s no other way to describe the deliberately slow movements of his tongue on my pussy and clit.
“Jesus, Gabe…”
“Mmm.” His hum vibrates against my wet, needy core, and I gasp, digging my nails into his scalp.
A thick finger slips inside me, and I clamp down, desperate for something to fill me and sate my aching need. “More!”
I need more…
I need all of you…
He chuckles against me and slides in another finger while drawing my clit between his lips. The rhythmic sucking and pumping of his fingers winds me tight and high.
Orgasm lingers just outside of my reach. An animalistic, high-pitched whine resonates from my chest, and I pull on his hair, grinding my hips in time with his ministrations.
Fire licks across my skin while Gabe licks and sucks my core. Release hits me like an atom bomb, tearing me apart from the inside out.
I squeeze my thighs against his head so hard, I think his ears probably leave imprints on my skin. He holds my hips steady as I thrash and buck beneath him, not letting up from his assault or giving me any reprieve from the breath-stealing pleasure coursing through my body.
When I finally sag to the bed, boneless and utterly spent, he kisses the inside of each of my thighs before crawling over me. I’m intimately aware of every move he makes—trailing his fingers over my thighs, up my stomach, across the mounds of my breasts—and even with my eyes closed, I feel his eyes on me. His gaze sears my skin just as much as his hands do.
No one else does this to me. He makes me want to let go of everything—my guilt, my anger, my despair—and just feel again.
He trails open-mouthed kisses up my neck, pausing to suck at the throbbing pulse point there. His lips move across my jaw while his hand slips between us and cups my pussy. I shudder under him at the touch on my sensitive flesh. The press of his lips to mine is soft, and I taste my release on his tongue as he slips it inside my mouth slowly. He pulls away almost immediately and cradles my face in his free hand, softly brushing his thumb across my temple.
“Skye, open your eyes.”
I comply with his demand, and his scorching eyes bore into mine.
The corner of his mouth ticks up into a sexy as hell lopsided grin. “That was incredible, I love watching you come.”
Love?
Don’t read too much into it, Skye.
He’s so on-edge right now, with everything that’s happening, that anything I say could spook him. This absolutely is not the time to say that word back, at least, not the way I want to.
God, I love this man.
I smile back at him, my stomach knotting, knowing I can’t tell him how I really feel. So, I’ll do the next best thing. “I love you making me come.”
Something flashes in his eyes—pain, regret, confusion, who the hell knows. Whatever it is, it’s gone before I have a chance to question him about it. He squeezes his hand over my pussy, grinding his palm against my clit and returning my attention to the here and now.
“Keep them open, I want you looking at me when I slide my cock inside you.” I groan, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down to me.
Whatever you want, Gabe. I’m yours.
I press my lips to his, trying to tell him everything I can’t in words with my kiss. His mouth slants over mine, and he removes his hand from my core, grasping his cock and rubbing the head through my slick folds.
My legs quiver.
My heart races.
Then he pushes into me on one long, languid thrust until he’s seated to the hilt.
A gasp tumbles from me into his mouth, and his groan vibrates in his chest against my breasts. His eyes darken, and I’m stripped bare, as if he’s seeing all the way to my soul, and I, his.
There’s something buried there, behind the impassioned depths of his gaze, that I can’t place. He doesn’t give me time to ponder it before he slides his tongue across my lips and rolls his hips, grinding his pubic bone against my clit.
“God…” I close my eyes and drop my head back as flickers of electricity skitter through my pussy with his movements.
He stills, and I groan in frustration.
“Keep them open.” His voice is rough and the command clear.
For some reason, his need to lock eyes while he fucks me gives me hope. Maybe he’s finally understanding this isn’t going to go away. Maybe he’s finally accepting where this is going.
His hips draw back slowly, and he pauses, his eyes on mine before he buries himself in me again.
And again.
And again.
Never looking away from me.
I’m drowning in the depths of those dark pools.
He sets a gentle, measured pace, and we both fall into it. My hips rise to meet his. We pause occasionally to kiss slowly and breathe in each other.
This is different.
There’s no rush or struggle to unleash our unbridled need for each other. This is a slow, building burn.
This isn’t fucking. This is making love.
Gabe fucking Anderson is making love to me.
Finally.
It’s tearing me apart to peer into her eyes knowing this is the last time I’m going to be with her, knowing I’m going to shatter her as soon as we both come down from the incredible high we are building toward.
Christ, she feels so good.
The muscles of her cunt grip my cock with every retreat, and she grinds her hips against mine on every thrust, gaining the friction she needs against her clit.
Her eyes roll back, and I want to tell her to look at me again, but I don’t want to interrupt her moment of bliss. Skye has been through too much, lost too much, to have to go through losing me. I need to let her enjoy this however she wants to and stop being so God damn selfish.
As much as I need to see the blue of her eyes while I bury myself in her for the last time, I need to see her lose herself in me more.
How can the most perfect moment of my life also be the worst?
Because I’m a fucking asshole who doesn’t deserve a woman like Skye.
Skye needs to be with a man who can worship her—the way she deserves to be worshipped—a man who doesn’t ask her to sneak around and hide it from her friends and family—a man who isn’t a fucking broken shell of who he used to be.
I would do anything for this woman, even if it means breaking her heart.
She shudders beneath me and presses her heels into my lower back, urging me to move faster. Her nails dig into my shoulder blades and a moan slips from her perfect lips. “Please, Gabe, I need…”
I capture her face in my hand, tipping it forward. “Look at me and tell me what you need.”
Her eyelids flutter open, and her lips tremble. “You…I just need you. All of you.”
My rhythm falters.
If only I could give her that.
“Please.” Her plea goes straight to my heart, shredding it apart until the pain in my chest steals my breath.
I pull back my hips and slam into her while I take her mouth with mine, claiming with the kiss what I can never have again—her.
Thrust after thrust, over and over, I hammer into her. Our tongues tangle and our panting breaths and moans mingle to form an erotic chorus.
It’s the most exquisite sound I’ve heard in my entire fucking life.
A low, keening whine emanates from her, and I know she’s close. Watching Skye Hawke fall apart with my cock buried inside her is the most beautiful thing in the world. Every single detail of tonight will be etched into my memory forever.
The walls of her pussy quiver and ripple around my cock. I press my lips just below her right ear and kiss her, then suck on the skin there. She groans and pumps her hips up to meet mine even harder.
“Come for me, Skye. Just let go.”
Her head thrashes from side to side. “So…damn…close…”
I pull back from her face and back onto my knees, changing the angle and driving my cock into her even deeper, dragging the ball of the piercing along her G-spot. A strangled groan rips through the room and she comes—hard. Her body lurches from the bed, and she claws at my biceps, digging her heels into my back and grinding her pussy against me.
Her cunt pulls and contracts around my cock, and I can’t hold back any longer.
My orgasm is ripped out of me. I come harder and longer than I have in my entire life, emptying into her hot, wet core, and losing my breath and heart in the process.
I collapse on top of her, burying my face into the side of her neck.
Fuck. I’m in love with Skye Hawke.